Blood Golem Novels & Stories

From the shadows, they rose. The first golem scraped its way upright, its body a patchwork of stone and rusted armor, stitched together with glowing lines of runes. Two more followed, each taller than Caelum, each exhaling the heavy stink of old Everley magic. Their eyes weren’t eyes at all but hollow sockets burning with white fire. They didn’t move like lumbering constructs; they stalked, deliberate and precise, as if the Trial had given them a single command: break the heirs.

Zayn muttered. Adrien sprang forward and hacked at the golem’s leg. The blade bit deep, but the wound closed immediately as more debris flowed into it. The thing swung a massive arm at him; he ducked, the impact sending shockwaves through the slab. Sera raised both hands, summoning a barrage of silver-white spears of moonlight. They slammed into the golem’s chest, punching smoking holes through it, but each hole simply filled again. “We can’t keep fighting her puppets,” Sera shouted.

The earth from the burned crater begun to rumble and roll, stocking one by one to form something inhuman. It only took a moment for the boulders to finally form, and standing high before Evan is a gigantic 15 feet golem. Rocks and boulders built its tank-hard body with solid ice armored against its fist, its eyes are red like rubies, and resting deadly in its back are sharp long spikes of solid ice. The golem's eyes are already glued on Evan's small figure, and without warning, it immediately sent a fist towards him. Evan saw that coming and rolled out of the way, but when he attempted to stand back up and run, his legs give in to exhaustion, unable to fully support his weight.

It was a demonic object forged out of the blood of countless living people. Out of the blue, the bloody glow of the banner intensified and sucked in all of the Blood Essence inside the bodies on the ground until nothing was left. It even took in the blood of many disciples who weren't dead but merely heavily injured. After having its fill of blood, the large banner expanded twofold and countless human skulls dripping with blood materialized out of thin air. Gale picked up violently in the public square, wailing and howling.

“I have a feeling this creature is a cut above the rest.” Grace shook her head, “We are running out of time, and we made a promise to those people trapped in the school.” She pulled out a night scope and peered through it, “Oh goody, he brought friends.” Warren bobbed his head and focused in the distance. Grace wasn't wrong, the newcomer had followers, more twisted and ugly than it was. These were the flesh golems mentioned in the report. Unlike the stitched horror, these creatures lumbered forward awkwardly. Warren knew what they lacked in physical grace, didn't make them any less deadly.

This of course will make him look weak because compassion gives the victim a chance to live. *** The next morning, Al had stepped into the room where the woman was. The door opened slowly. This woman's body was seen lying stiff, the bite wound on her neck had disappeared. Al then smoothed her appearance back to how it was, just like when he found it. Then took her to where he found her in the middle of the forest and put her stiff body there. "Hope you can sleep peacefully," said Al with a wrinkled face. Seeing this woman's rigid body made him feel sympathy. Not without reason, because in his body is still flowing human blood. Al is indeed a vampire, but to be more precise a hybrid vampire.

The blood goblins are strong compared to the green goblins, one of them can reach the strength of a ogre knight, the red goblins are smart and sophisticated, they understand the ancient language and answer through drawing. That's why Ahmet went to negotiate with them before making an attack, their leader was a little different from the rest, he was bigger in size and had a lot of scars, he must have fought a lot of battles, there were two guards next to him who seemed to be magicians, Ahmet addressed the commander saying I am here to make a deal with you ,

It feels like I am reaching my limit to live. "Anything for you, Sol," She calmly looked at me before going back to admiring the blood flowing in my blue veins. "It's something I really need to do. You see, I am a helsing. But the thing is, I don't really know who I am anymore. I feel different, Atlas. I feel odd." "Isn't that what blood slaves always feel?" "I don't know? Is it?"

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.